Still waiting to meet this little bundle of joy! When ya comin’, buddy?

how to disappear completely.

in which we became ghosts.

I tried hunting the Northern Lights and basically failed! Womp, womp. While the orange and pink on the left is simple light pollution from Portland, I’d like to think that the green on the right is actually a little bit of the aurora borealis.

uninspired and unenthused so here’s a throwback

“I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.”
— Unknown (via mustangblood)

(via thatkindofwoman)